Page 5 of Hacking His Code

Get laid?

Suddenly, I worry that I’m going to pass out. It hadn’t occurred to me that I might be raped.

“He sure went through a lot of trouble to have us pick her up. Wonder why?” the husky voice continues.

The other guy exhales in frustration. “That’s not for us to know.”

Hinges creak as the cage opens. Hands grab me, removing me aggressively from the cage first, then the helicopter. I’m dragged, my knee scraping on cement.

Maybe I’m being sent to Guantanamo Bay? Or some black ops location that no one knows about? That doesn’t make sense, though. With how the men were talking, I doubt it’s a government operation.

Which means it’s a personal grudge.

Finally, the men stop, and someone shouts, “Seventy-eighth floor,” indicating that I’m on an elevator.

The floor lurches. The sound of heavy breathing sets me further on edge.

I can’t believe I was so stupid. I’m never going to see my parents again, and they’re never going to know what happened to me.

Bile fills my throat, but the last thing I want is to throw up in the hood, so I choke it down.

“Bossman’s gonna like this pretty thing.” I feel a hand caress my elbow, and I jump away, colliding with one of the other men.

“Leave her alone,” a voice growls. “That is not what this team is about.”

“Have you seen her pretty thighs, though?”

Oh my God—I’m being sex trafficked! Is this revenge from the men I spied on before?

Terrified, I kick my leg hard into something solid.

“Shit—”

Arms grab me from behind, and I twist my body back and forth, trying to resist.

There is no way I’m going willingly to whatever devious place they have ready for me. I’d rather die.

The elevator dings, and I hear the door slide open. Hands grab my shackled arms. I lurch my head as hard as I can in the opposite direction, kicking a leg up and connecting with a solid mass.

“Dammit!” a man gasps.

“What the hell is going on?” a new voice shouts.

Ten hands are on me at once, twisting, pulling, dragging.

“What is the meaning of this—let her go!”

“Sir, that is ill-advised. As you can see—”

“What I see is you kidnapping a woman!”

“Sir, our orders were—”

“Your orders were to bring her back to me. If you ran into any trouble, you were to assure her that she’d be handsomely rewarded.”

“Hmmm….did you mean to sayshewould be handsomely rewarded?”

“Yeah, what did you think I said?”